Page 28 of First Surrender

Pushing up on my tiptoes, I barely have time to whisper “no” as I seal my lips to his. I immediately feel his breath catch where my hands rest on his waist and the stillness that follows.

I think he’s going to stop me or pull away, until his mouth suddenly moves against mine, delivering unrestrained tenderness that nearly knocks me back.

My heels sink slowly back to the ground, my legs turning to jelly until we’re nose to nose. His head is bowed to accommodate my height as we wait for this to blow up in our faces, intimately breathing each other’s oxygen.

It’s pure frustration built up until I can’t keep it in.

There is nothing more to this than getting it out of my system and burning off some energy.

My nerves are shot after hearing that Declan wants to hurt my brother and I need a distraction. That’s it.

I need to feel something other than sadness, and fear.

“You don’t have to be a good guy. Not right now,” I plead after he doesn’t move to take this further. I’m used to guys taking before I’m willing to give, but I’ve never been with a nice guy before.

His eyes widen slightly at my words and I watch the rest of his restraint snap. His lips fuse to mine as he hauls me off my feet, backing me into the door with a bang. My hands thread around his neck, into his hair, clinging to him automatically, but there’s no need. Our bodies are pressed together so tightly thatI can feel every hard line of his body. The hardest part digging firmly against my stomach.

My tongue snakes into his mouth, tasting him, and battling his. We kiss like we fight. Both of us wanting control. Both of us wanting to leave bruises behind. His tongue brushes my bottom lip and I suck it into my mouth before he can retreat.

His whole body tenses, pulling his head back suddenly to look at me. “Nat…” His voice is strained, his eyes begging for more.

“Just this once?” I breathe out.

His answer is another brutal kiss, owning my mouth entirely with his. His hands grasp my thighs roughly, wrapping them around his waist, and shoving the bottom of my skirt up to my hips. It positions my lace-covered core directly against his length. “Oh, fuck,” I utter when he grinds himself against me, using his hands on my ass for leverage.

He doesn’t speak, he doesn’t need to. He’s doing all of his talking with his body. Biting, sucking, and licking every inch of the exposed skin of my neck and collarbones while he desperately thrusts against my pussy, lighting up my nerve endings.

He’s not struggling to hold me up against the door, but it still surprises me when he removes one of his hands from my ass to tug the v of my shirt down. The dermal piercings in the shallow valley of my cleavage are exposed with that extra couple of inches and he attacks.

His flattened tongue licks over them, up my chest, across my collarbone, and ends with a bite to the sensitive flesh between my neck and shoulder causing me to whimper. A full-fledged, embarrassing, whimper.

His head rears back and if possible, his pupils dilate to the point of totality, erasing his honey-colored irises. Dark is anunderstatement, he looks like a man possessed. We stare at each other for one full breath before it turns to utter chaos.

His free hand fumbles to get between my legs while I grasp for his zipper, roughly shoving the fabric until I can grab him through his underwear. There’s so much of him.

Two of his fingers enter me the instant he gets my thong pushed aside making me gasp. He’s inside of me and he feels so fucking good. I can’t stand that it feels so good.

“Christ, sweetheart.” The appreciation in his voice makes me whimper, again.

“Shut up,” I tell him or myself, I’m not sure.

I’m losing all sense of control in this. Everything is happening so fast and even though I’m enjoying it, I don’t want to give him all the power. I barely manage, but I’m able to get a hand inside his underwear, working his impressive length. I need him to be as fucked up by this as I’m going to be.

“Fuck me, Jackson.” His eyes flash to mine, but he doesn’t protest. His fingers leave me, shoving down his pants enough to let his cock loose and fall into my waiting palm. It’s thick and heavy. It will probably hurt like hell but I deserve it.

He holds my hips open wide, still firmly pressing my back into the door to hold me up as I line the head of his cock up to my entrance. The tip is barely notched inside of me but he hesitates. I can feel his arms trembling and it has nothing to do with muscle fatigue.

This is too much, it’s all too much but I can’t stop. I don’t want to.

“Say, please,” I goad him, needing a sense of control before he fucks the living daylights out of me. His darkened honey eyes find mine and I see the challenge just as he shoves himself to the hilt inside of me. All the way home.

“Please,” he grits out while the head of his cock is already crushing my cervix.

I’m too stunned to speak. It’s like I can feel him in my stomach, stretching me uncomfortably tight. “Fuck, Jackson,” I cry out. He did this on purpose and despite hating him for it, I fucking love it.

I’ve never been so consumed. I didn’t even think dicks like this existed outside of porn and now I’m going to be ruined forever. Fuck him for doing this to me.

I think he mistakes my cry of pleasure as distress because after filling me, he hasn’t moved. Our chests rise and fall quickly against each other, our breathing ragged and unsteady until he suddenly shifts us off the door and lays me down on his desk.

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